Paperwork abounds,
Strangling the top of my desk,
Like a great, white,
Ever groping Octopus.
Interruptions, by many;
Excuse me, it's the phone.
Oh, I'm sorry to tell you
But Mary had to go home.
It's your wife that's calling,
Are you leaving town today?
Tomorrow we have to budget.
Oh my God, let's runaway.